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smirked, “No, of course you haven’t.”
“ That’s not fair!” My anger flared though I knew he was right.
“ I bet the craziest thing you’ve ever done is what you’re doing now.” He pointed at me with the wrench again. Was that thing attached to his hand? “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He returned to his work, and I blushed.
“ At least I don’t hide behind snide remarks and oil stains,” I said under my breath. He let out a short chuckle but didn’t say anything. “Where is everyone?” I looked, around changing the subject as I realized I hadn’t seen anyone else there.
“ The shop closes at six; I hung around to wait for you.”
“ Oh.”
We mixed three more songs before deciding to call it a night. It was starting to get late. I packed up as he cleaned up. He emerged from the bathroom, his hands almost completely clean. We walked out to the parking lot, and he closed the garage door.
“ So do you want to take that thing for a ride?” he asked and smiled at my car.
“ Yeah, home,” I said.
“ Come on; at least let me ride in it. I’ll buy you a coffee.” I did love my coffee, and I was broke.
“ Extortion and bribery? Are you a spy?” I asked, opening the door and putting my bag in the back seat.
“ The name is Livingston, Chase Livingston,” he said, as he gave me a devastating smile. I didn’t know he was capable of such an action. Smiling at me that way, he made my stomach do a little flop and my heart sputter.
“ Get in the car,” I said, rolling my eyes. We headed to Starbucks. He looked in the glove box, messed with the radio, and finally leaned back and just watched me drive, something that made me more nervous than his nosiness. Luckily, it was a short drive; we arrived, got our coffee, found a table outside, and sipped it in an awkward silence. I almost could imagine we were friends hanging out if it weren’t for the blackmail.
“ I started—” “So I was thinking—” we began at the same time. “You go,” he said, giving me a small smile.
“ I started working on the website, so if we keep up our pace, we should be done by your deadline, and we’ll be through with each other.” I shrugged. He watched me for a moment, and his eyes darkened. “What were you going to say?” I asked nervously before I took a sip of my mocha coffee. He cleared his throat.
“ I was just going to say that I was thinking that the sooner we got this all done the better.” He looked away.
“ OK.”
“ So are we done here?” I looked up in surprise. I wasn’t even halfway through my coffee.
“ Sure.” I rose. I took him back to the shop where his motorcycle was nowhere in sight.
“ Here’s OK.” I pulled to a stop in front of a yellow and brown car.
“ What is that?” I didn’t recognize the model though it had a silver hood emblem of a cougar in a circle.
“ A ’78 Mercury Cougar. It was my dad’s. We restored it when I was thirteen, and then last summer, he gave it to me. Pretty cool, huh?” It definitely was, and the sparkle in his eye when he talked about his dad made me wonder if it was possible there was something more to him.
“ Are you guys close?”
“ Yeah, he taught me everything I know about cars. Things got tough when my parents split. He moved here, and it was strange not seeing him every day.”
“ I’m sorry.” Without thinking, I reached for his hand and squeezed it. He looked down at my hand.
“ Don’t be; life happens,” he said softly and slowly pulled his hand away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chapter 11
“ I can’t BELIEVE he rode in your car before us!” Jade exclaimed.
“ That really should have been us,” Tasha seconded as I drove us to school.
“ It handles like a breeze though, doesn’t it?” I asked, trying to shift the focus.
“ I feel like I should be in a rap
“ That’s not fair!” My anger flared though I knew he was right.
“ I bet the craziest thing you’ve ever done is what you’re doing now.” He pointed at me with the wrench again. Was that thing attached to his hand? “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He returned to his work, and I blushed.
“ At least I don’t hide behind snide remarks and oil stains,” I said under my breath. He let out a short chuckle but didn’t say anything. “Where is everyone?” I looked, around changing the subject as I realized I hadn’t seen anyone else there.
“ The shop closes at six; I hung around to wait for you.”
“ Oh.”
We mixed three more songs before deciding to call it a night. It was starting to get late. I packed up as he cleaned up. He emerged from the bathroom, his hands almost completely clean. We walked out to the parking lot, and he closed the garage door.
“ So do you want to take that thing for a ride?” he asked and smiled at my car.
“ Yeah, home,” I said.
“ Come on; at least let me ride in it. I’ll buy you a coffee.” I did love my coffee, and I was broke.
“ Extortion and bribery? Are you a spy?” I asked, opening the door and putting my bag in the back seat.
“ The name is Livingston, Chase Livingston,” he said, as he gave me a devastating smile. I didn’t know he was capable of such an action. Smiling at me that way, he made my stomach do a little flop and my heart sputter.
“ Get in the car,” I said, rolling my eyes. We headed to Starbucks. He looked in the glove box, messed with the radio, and finally leaned back and just watched me drive, something that made me more nervous than his nosiness. Luckily, it was a short drive; we arrived, got our coffee, found a table outside, and sipped it in an awkward silence. I almost could imagine we were friends hanging out if it weren’t for the blackmail.
“ I started—” “So I was thinking—” we began at the same time. “You go,” he said, giving me a small smile.
“ I started working on the website, so if we keep up our pace, we should be done by your deadline, and we’ll be through with each other.” I shrugged. He watched me for a moment, and his eyes darkened. “What were you going to say?” I asked nervously before I took a sip of my mocha coffee. He cleared his throat.
“ I was just going to say that I was thinking that the sooner we got this all done the better.” He looked away.
“ OK.”
“ So are we done here?” I looked up in surprise. I wasn’t even halfway through my coffee.
“ Sure.” I rose. I took him back to the shop where his motorcycle was nowhere in sight.
“ Here’s OK.” I pulled to a stop in front of a yellow and brown car.
“ What is that?” I didn’t recognize the model though it had a silver hood emblem of a cougar in a circle.
“ A ’78 Mercury Cougar. It was my dad’s. We restored it when I was thirteen, and then last summer, he gave it to me. Pretty cool, huh?” It definitely was, and the sparkle in his eye when he talked about his dad made me wonder if it was possible there was something more to him.
“ Are you guys close?”
“ Yeah, he taught me everything I know about cars. Things got tough when my parents split. He moved here, and it was strange not seeing him every day.”
“ I’m sorry.” Without thinking, I reached for his hand and squeezed it. He looked down at my hand.
“ Don’t be; life happens,” he said softly and slowly pulled his hand away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chapter 11
“ I can’t BELIEVE he rode in your car before us!” Jade exclaimed.
“ That really should have been us,” Tasha seconded as I drove us to school.
“ It handles like a breeze though, doesn’t it?” I asked, trying to shift the focus.
“ I feel like I should be in a rap
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